Seventy-five shrubs

You know how it goes when you order spring bulbs in the fall? And you know how beautiful they are, and you want them coming up in the spring, and so you go way overboard and order 300 daffodil bulbs? And then, when they come, you think, “What in the world was I thinking??”

Well, we’ve been losing trees at the lake to beavers, and we just can’t seem to keep ahead of them. We’ve got lots of little trees coming up, but as soon as they get medium-sized, the beavers cut them down.

Now, please don’t send me angry messages. I’ve got nothing against beavers. Really. But the trees and brush that used to surround our place are getting thinner and thinner.

So, I had a brilliant idea. Shrubs! Bushes! Natives, that will do well and look good. You know, Ninebark, Dogwood, stuff like that. I found a place online that sells them bareroot in bulk (I think it was a minimum order of 25), at various sizes–I bought most of them at about 12-18 inches tall. So, they’re pretty small–sticks, pretty much, I’m guessing. And I ordered them last fall for spring delivery. Perfect for planting at the lake this weekend.

So, the box arrived a week or so ago. . .

And I thought, “What in the world was I thinking?? Seventy-five sticks to plant?”

I haven’t actually had the fortitude to open up the box yet. But we’re leaving for the lake this afternoon, so I guess we’ll just have to open it when we get there.